One cannot measure how encouragement

Can lift a soul in need of friendly words

In time of struggle. Poetry is vent

When other forms give no sweet outlet. Heard

A kindness, wishing well, and just in time

To soothe an angry heart. The thunder near

This trembling voice creates a poison vine

That must be rooted out, else friends will hear

The evidence of unplanned emotions

Piercing the atmosphere. But thanks to those

Who lend their kindness selflessly, oceans

Of praise can mollify a heart that goes

Too often to inappropriate rage.

The gift of friendship helps one re-engage.